Beyond her, a gentle breeze played with the curtain, and revealed the Caribbean Sea. The sun was already up and made the water sparkle as diamonds. On the horizon, the cerulean blue of the sky and water merged as if stroked with the brush of a master painter who could rival Claude Monet. - Vacation is Murder (McKinley Mysteries)
The pyramid was large and breathtaking—to think that the Mayans had undertaken and accomplished such an enormous feat without the advantage of modern-day tools.
“It’s awe-inspiring,” she said. “What is that noise?” The sound of what resembled a bird cawing echoed down the stairs of the structure. She headed toward the base of the pyramid, where people were standing with a guide.
She moved closer to the guide. “What is that?”
He took her in and, even though she wasn’t part of his group, he smiled at her. “When you clap your hands at the base of the stairs, it comes back sounding like their sacred bird, the quetzal.”
She put her hands together and, as the noise resounded, hairs rose on her arms and the back of her neck. “That is unbelievable.”